面对人群 · Facing the Crowd
Eight pieces about the face you keep while walking through a crowd. Two voices alternate: a dark trumpet (the inner — lonely, unwilling to be seen) and a suave alto sax (the surface — composed, pretending nothing's wrong). The mask goes down, and back up. By the fifth piece it comes all the way off; then, slowly, you stand and walk on.
时间的缝隙 · The Gaps in Time
Six pieces. The city runs on a schedule — but there are gaps. The hour after the meeting ends, the tram ride at dusk, the corner of a bar at midnight when you're in no hurry to go anywhere. These pieces live in those gaps.